Chapter 687 Joint Council (2)

The magnetic energy unit at the bottom of the magnetic levitation chair emits a soft ring light pattern, which is very eye-catching.

It’s just that no one will pay attention to whether his seat is different from Prince Henrietta’s. into a sneer, or into a somber.

He has a dying face, and hands and feet that tremble from time to time like a candle.

Most people of his age have old eyesight, confusion, forgetfulness and long-winded problems, which will upset people over time and make the younger generation hate and despise them.

However, he was different, and no one would despise him, including Turamon and Gilcott.

All the members of the royal family present stood up to welcome him.

There were whispers in the corner of the venue.

No one expected him to be there, and he killed everyone by surprise. From the faces of Gilcott and Turamon, it was easy to see that neither of them had any news. The old prince of music will attend today's joint meeting.

Arnaci --- Uncle of Prince Henrietta, great-uncle of His Majesty the King.

It has been more than a dozen years since he disappeared from the political scene of the United Kingdom of Turanx, but no one will forget him, but he is rarely mentioned.

When Henrietta was the Regent, he was the one who proposed to assist Praiseville in handling the government affairs. He also tried his best to overcome all the opinions, used his own prestige to persuade those veterans, and helped Henrietta to take the position.

Logically speaking, he was Henrietta's benefactor, and the relationship between the two parties must be excellent.

This was true at first, but as time went on, Henrietta's power in the country grew. However, he sat firmly on the throne of the regent and refused to step down, so that Will, who was becoming more politically mature, could not let go of his hands and feet and exercise the royal power.

Such changes made the relationship between Arnaci and Henrietta increasingly alienated, until they turned against each other.

At that time, there was no clear boundary between the old faction and the new faction in the political arena of the United Kingdom of Turanx, because Arnaci was superior. Like a giant mountain, he used his prestige to overwhelm both sides.

In fact, he proposed Henrietta to be the regent not as it was rumored in the past, to support the prince's power to suppress the new monarch, or even replace him, but to use Henrietta's political skills to divide and suppress those A lord with disobedience. Such as Tripathi's father, such as the Grand Duke Rules in the area bordering the Sauron Empire.

He believed that Henrietta was born in the royal family and was the uncle of Praiseville, and she was smart and capable, so she would be able to assist the new king well. Get through that tough time.

At that time, his nephew, that is, the father of Praise Will, was late in the administration. Because of his physical illness, he neglected to take care of the government affairs, but he was worried about leaving it to others to take care of him. He couldn't even trust his own son. The practice made the country's situation chaotic, and there were many hills on the court hall. Cliques run rampant, and over time, a group of courtiers with ulterior motives will naturally emerge.

After the death of the former king, Changewell succeeds Dabao with the support of a group of royal elders. However, due to lack of experience, lack of political experience and sufficient reputation, it is not enough to overwhelm the princes from all walks of life.

Because the internal situation of the United Kingdom of Turanx is not like that of the Mongya Empire and the Sulu Empire, the royal family controls most of the country, and the territory owned by the Olipold family is less than 40% of the country's land area, so it is difficult for the frontier princes. In particular, the group of big nobles formed a powerful deterrent.

After many considerations, Arnaci decided to support Henrietta, the most politically minded, as the regent. Assist Hymnwell with government affairs and end the political chaos throughout the United Kingdom of Turanx.

It turns out he has a good eye. Relying on the contacts and various methods accumulated over the years, Henrietta made the state of the country better and got on the right track step by step.

Of course, the lords also made a lot of efforts to resist the various measures of the royal family, including the above-mentioned rumor that Arnaci helped Henrietta become the regent to take advantage of the political crisis in the kingdom. Take Hymn Will instead.

It was at that time that Henrietta's power began to expand like a snowball, and she began to show disrespect and neglect of the royal power.

When those gossip spread to the ears of Will, the new king who has a city in his heart and great ambitions can only be like a young daughter-in-law who has just passed the door, carefully trying to figure out what her mother-in-law and young mother-in-law think and do. Those two were thorns in the flesh.

A few years later, Henrietta used various political means to resolve the rampant chaos of cronies in the kingdom, but did not intend to retire after success, but formed a political force headed by him, blatantly ignoring Arnasi and Praiseville.

As a result, Arnaci was furious and broke with Henrietta completely.

However, Psalmwell and Arnaci did not become closer because of this, because in the eyes of His Majesty the King, who has been a young wife for many years, Arnaci and Henrietta's hatred is tantamount to a dog biting a dog.

On the surface, he is close to Al Nasi, but in fact he plays Tai Chi between the two, which intensifies the conflict between the two, while he sits on the mountain and watches the tigers fight, waiting for the opportunity to reap the benefits.

Arnasi didn't know that the new king he supported had another purpose to get close to him, and thought that Psalmwell and him had one heart.

Until later, the conflict between him and Henrietta broke out completely, forming a political storm that spread to more than half of the country.

This storm started with an armed coup d'état ----- the Prince Regent planned secretly, and the target was his own armed coup d'état.

There is no doubt that this is a self-written, self-directed and self-acted bitter plan, which is used as an excuse to wipe out the faction to which Arnaci belongs.

The process doesn't matter, the final result is Henrietta's victory and Arnaci's defeat.

Of course, the reason for this situation is that Henrietta's power is one reason, and there is another reason --- the betrayal of Hymn Will and his troubles.

When Arnasi came back to his senses, the power group he led collapsed under the impact of Henrietta, and the remnants were collected by Hymn Will, forming the embryonic form of a new faction.

Arnaci suffered a crushing defeat and became completely alone.

Henrietta remembered the old relationship and did not do anything to him or his descendants.

Arnasi left the capital with a smile. It's not a wry smile, nor a lonely smile, nor a laugh at myself.

Only a handful of people knew why he laughed, yes, because of Praise Will.

His Majesty the King has finally matured. Becoming a qualified monarch, although it is cruel to him, is just like politics, and his failure is exchanged for His Majesty's awakening, this is a worthwhile deal.

He is very relieved.

There is also a touch of helplessness and sadness.

Because there can only be one winner between Henrietta and Hymn Will, as happened to him.

History is always strikingly similar. Stumbling forward again and again.

When he left, he said that he would never set foot in officialdom and never talk about politics lightly.

However, today, he once again set foot in the capital, and walked into the most magnificent joint meeting place in Hal Palace. This is the situation. How not to move people, how not to confuse people, how not to make people feel emotional.

"He... is he going to break his promise?"

Some people with not very bright minds thought this way, and it was not until Arnasi walked past the rostrum, the core area where the great nobles were, to the rest area at the corner of the venue, and retreated from the attendants, that people reacted.

He wants to be a witness.

Witness the end of a political struggle that has lasted for more than 20 years.

It starts with him. At least at the end of the scene, there must be him.

Therefore, he desperately fought against the god of death. Trying to keep myself alive, suffering so many years in a sick bed and wheelchair, is for today, for the sake of making this reincarnation complete.

For a full stop, he waited for nearly 20 years.

Twenty years ago, he was beaten by his nephew. Today, Henrietta will also be defeated by her nephew.

Gilcott looked at the figure of the old man in the corner. The expressions are complicated.

The ugly faces of the members of the old school were covered with a thick layer of haze.

That guy named Tang Fang. But it hurt them.

Time continues to move forward, and the silence continues to ferment.

Henrietta finally showed up, and as usual, she walked out of the royal family's exclusive passage, sitting on the magnetic levitation chair and holding a very weak-looking crutch.

Melore walked behind him, and the neat suit made him look much younger. Behind them are the other two princes, who, like Gilcott, are representatives of the old school.

The magnetic levitation chair floated towards the rostrum. During this process, Henrietta caught a glimpse of Arnaci in the corner, trembling slightly, and let out a light cough.

The three people behind also noticed that familiar yet unfamiliar figure from the back, and there was a little fluctuation on their calm faces.

Melore saw the smile on Turamon's lips, followed by a cold smile, thinking that today is such a good day, even the guy whose scalp was buried in the loess came out to take a few breaths.

Back then, Henrietta cared about the old feelings and did not drive out all the members of the royal family of Arnaci, but today they have become spectators, watching this struggle without gunpowder smoke, but the lives of tens of millions of people are at stake.

Henrietta nodded to the figure in the corner, but as expected, there was no response.

The magnetic levitation chair continued to move forward, finally stopped at the rostrum, and fell slowly.

Melore sat next to Gilcott, and the two looked at each other, with a little spark in their eyes.

Gilcott could have entered with them, but he didn't, because he and Henrietta had a bit of trouble with Tang Fang.

He said that Henrietta had spoiled the boy too much, and now she was on fire and facing ruin.

Henrietta said the fire was already there.

Gilcott was so angry that he came to the venue ahead of time.

It is impossible for outsiders to know such things, just like Anthem Will agreeing to Arnasi's admission request, it is just a small episode of the whole meeting.

The presence of Henrietta reassured members of the old faction, and the gloomy expression on their faces eased a little. People in the new faction have also become less frivolous.

As the saying goes, a lean camel is bigger than a horse, even if it is at an absolute disadvantage because of Tang Fang, the prestige accumulated by Henrietta in the political arena as regent for more than 20 years has deeply affected everyone present.

Turamon had to admit that he was very powerful, even though he was very old, he was still very powerful.

That is a kind of spiritual strength, not pure martial prowess.

Servis took out a handkerchief to wipe off a drop of water from the corner of his lips, looking at the venue full of people, with a trace of impatience on his brows.

He hates crowded places and airtight environments. He hates the depressing hunchback in front of him even more.

Anthem Will walked into the venue from the exclusive passage of the royal family, his footsteps were very light, like the wind blowing willow leaves.

sand... sand... sand...

The king's robe dragged on the ground, and the long sword at his waist swayed slightly, but his shoulders were as firm as cast iron.

Countless pairs of eyes stared at his body.

Some dared to look at his face. Some people dare not.

Those who dared to look thought it was still the same face, monotonous, boring, without any emotional color, colder than a robot.

Henrietta clasped the crutch in her hand, and her eyelids trembled.

Melore looked puzzled.

"He smiled," said the old man.

"who?"

In the next second, Melore swept across the icy face, and his eyes became more suspicious.

Still that face. The unchanging face can make people feel that it is a lifeless zombie in some occasions.

Henrietta shook her head without further explanation.

Hymn Will walked up to the rostrum, glanced at Arnaci in the corner, and nodded to Henrietta, Mellor, and Gilcott who were not far away. Sit on the tallest throne.

His 4 brothers lined up left and right.

The lords saluted to the rostrum and sat down, followed by the ministers.

The whispers in the venue disappeared, only the sound of clothes colliding.

There was no music, no superfluous ceremony, and no inspiring opening remarks. Naturally, there was no thunderous applause.

Praise Will just said lightly: "Let's get started."

Very simple three words, very calm tone. Just like his face, it doesn't contain any emotional color.

The venue became quieter, and even sporadic coughing disappeared without a trace.

A prince beside Hymn Will got up and walked to the speaking platform in the center of the venue.

Taryn Olipold. His Majesty's younger brother, like Turamon, holds great weight in the heart of Psalmwell.

Tulamon usually stays in the border areas, while Tyron sits in "Khanos" and is in charge of national defense affairs.

If there is any controversy about what Tang Fang did in "Aradelle", then his purge of nobles in "Georgia" can be called naked aggression. As the Minister of Defense, he is the most qualified person to propose sending troops.

No one was surprised he was the first to speak. Whether it's old-school forces, new-school forces, or fence-sitting factions. They all watched him take the stage calmly, watched him straighten his military uniform, and then say those words in a forceful and forceful voice---the words that did not surprise anyone.

"Presumably everyone has heard of what happened in Georgia a few days ago. Duke Tripathi's Singer family was extremely vassal, and was killed by Tang Fang in a very cruel way. There are very few survivors."

"I believe that many people here are friends and even have a relationship with those who died. Now, they died in such a tragic way. Some of them were exposed to the wilderness, bitten and torn by wild wolves, and turned into broken bones covered with mottled blood With disgusting carrion, some don't even leave a wreck."

"They used to be our colleagues, friends, and relatives, but now, they have all become ghosts wandering by the River Styx, swallowed by resentment and sorrow, howling, wandering..."

He paused for a while, as if he felt that such sensationalism was inappropriate, because most of the people present were old people who had been in politics for many years, and they had long been familiar with this kind of trick, or they were familiar with it, so it was difficult to arouse their emotional resonance.

This is a kind of sadness.

If the biggest difference between humans and animals is that they have emotions, then if you want to become a qualified politician, you must first learn to suppress your emotions.

If there is no emotion, there will be no weakness. If there is no weakness, you can live longer, and the longer you live, the more authority you will have.

Just like what he said just now, there is deep sentimentality between the lines, but that sentimentality does not come from the heart, but from rational thinking and objective needs.

He uses rationality to control sensibility to incite other people's emotions to achieve what he wants.

It's a deception and shameless.

The funny thing is that Tyronn forgot what kind of people were sitting across from him, no... Maybe it is a kind of blasphemy to use the word "people" to describe it.

Most of the politicians present are good at this, so he is not only shameless, but also stupid.

Fortunately, His Royal Highness woke up in time, and no longer improvised, but organized the language according to the template written by the secretary in advance.

"Tang Fang's actions in 'Aradelle' and 'Georgia' have fully demonstrated one thing, he will not pay attention to our noble status at all, completely ignoring those visible and invisible rules. "

"He's from the Covenant, but he's more hateful than those bullshit ideas of the Covenant."

"The key is that he has a powerful biological battleship, like a sword of Damoris hanging above his head, which may be cut off at any time."

"He used to be in the Star Alliance, but now, he came to Turanx, intervened in the internal affairs of 'Aradelle' without authorization, and spread the subversive ideas of the Star Alliance's democracy, freedom, and human rights supremacy in 'Adia', destroying social harmony, Order and stability."

"He seems to have regarded himself as the half-master of 'Aradelle'... Maybe in the not-too-distant future, what happened to Venus Pharmaceuticals will be repeated --- take 'Aradelle' as the Own."

"Of course, he shouldn't be so direct. He must support an agent, such as Buffel, such as Carter Buonarotti."

"If 'Aradelle' becomes a country within a country, it will be like a cancer lurking in the human body, and one day it will shake the foundation of the kingdom."

"Judging from the 'Georgia' massacre, he is a person who has a serious prejudice against nobles. If he is allowed to gain a firm foothold in the kingdom and obtain enough resources to continue to expand the biological battleship cluster, what will happen in the future? I said, I believe everyone can think of it."

"This is Chi's invasion and tramples on the sovereignty of the United Kingdom of Turanx." (To be continued)

ps: --~ The great stick is dead, my poor Void Seeker.

The battle units are so powerful, and finally there are advanced units of the Protoss.